My stepmom walked into prom wearing the exact dress my dying mother had sewn for me, and for one awful second, everyone thought we’d planned it.
Shirley smiled like she’d won some competition.
My dad looked at the floor.
My stepmom walked into prom.
I turned toward the exit with tears on my face, but my date, Gary, touched my elbow and whispered, “Don’t disappear, Delilah.”
My mother had said those same words while stitching the dress with shaking hands.